thats the sound of a lonely train station janitor
we're all coming and going, we're going somewhere
but that makes no difference when the man comes home
he knows where he's going, even if he's all alone
alone at his table, eating his food, waiting for a moment of magic
but his smile and the silence form an alliance to stain this comedy tragic
Chorus
get your brand new action hairdo before the word gets around
once it sweeps the nation then we'll all be lost and found
thats the sound of a hardened, white, middle class chest
when he barks at his daughter about her dinner guest
"now you tell that boy to leave or i refuse to cook.
black and white is only right on the pages of the book."
the book she chooses to leave behind, while gathering all her belongings
the word her father misunderstood that sent this little girl walking
Chorus
we're lying awake
you're fast asleep
we're lying awake
you're fast asleep
we're lying awake with such great care
you're fast asleep with such great hair
